Su Ming'an looked at the game disc in his hand—a little girl and a Siamese cat stood together, gazing at a Western-style church. The disc was inscribed with "The Cat and Her" in cursive letters.
He lowered his head, looking at the corpses lying around him. To derive reasonable game rules, practical experience was necessary. Countless locals had died on this path of game planning.
Beneath the magnificent and bustling church, people praised Su Ming'an's illustrious name. Thanks to his "balancing," sacrifices were minimized. However, a sharp voice quickly emerged:
"—The deity doesn't care about you. Keep deceiving yourselves! The deity decides who tests the rules and who sacrifices, but why did my loved one have to die?"
It was a disheveled woman, her eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Su Ming'an. Her family was also among the dead bodies, yet people only cheered, ignoring her grief.
